Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 20:37:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Allan Jerison
Subject: Nosy Neighbor
Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of consensual sex between males. If
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page now. This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance with any real
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Nosy Neighbor
By: Allan Jerison
My backyard is fairly private. There is a high wall across the back,
lined with tall Oleander bushes. And while there are only 5-foot high
fences along the sides, both of those sides are also lined with tall trees
and bushes, giving me a very private yard. That is, except for one 5-foot
section along the south side. That tree died and I had to take it out,
leaving that small gap visible from my neighbors' backyard.
My neighbor was a very nice guy - although short, he was good looking. I
loved watching him do yardwork during the summer, because all he wore were
tight yellow shorts. He was very muscular and cut up real nice. Of
course, working out was about all he had to do, since he had no family and
I never saw any guy friends or girlfriends over there. I had seen him in
his backyard a couple of weeks before, and I strongly suspected he might be
gay because of what I had seen. But I did not have anything solid that I
could confirm my suspicions by. For all I knew, he could have been a very
open minded straight man, or even possibly bisexual. I had long wondered
whether or not he was actually gay. This was the night I would find out.
He came over about 8:30 and rang the bell. My kids were sound asleep and
since I was divorced, he did not wake me up at all. I had just been on the
Internet, as a matter of fact, when he arrived. I opened the door and was
surprised to see him. "Hey, Aaron, how are you?" I asked.
"Great, Allan, thanks." He answered. "Do you mind if I come in?"
"Please do," I replied, stepping aside so he could come on in. I was
very puzzled. What was he doing there? He never spoke to me casually, and
he had never before come over and asked to come in. Maybe my dog had been
a problem to him, I thought. But why would he need to come inside to tell
me about that? I was certainly curious to find out what he actually
wanted.
"I, uh, don't really know how to say this," he began. He was acting kind
of nervous. Suddenly, I was not sure if I really did want to know what he
had to say.
"Do you want to sit down?" I asked.
"No, not until I've started, uh..." he trailed off and looked at me
closely. I was not sure what it was I saw in his eyes, but the more I
looked, the more I knew I wanted to have sex with him. Suddenly, he
stepped right up in to me, put his arms around me and gave me a kiss.
While I was surprised by the kiss, I was even more surprised when his
tongue entered my mouth. He pulled himself next to me, and I could feel
him getting hard. He had to feel my boner starting to come to life, as
well.
I did not know what to think. He pulled back, waiting for me to say
something. I looked over at him and could only think to say, "Aaron, I
didn't know you cared."
He looked nervous enough to puke. Then he looked like he might run.
Suddenly, that was the last thing I wanted him to do. I had to put him
more at ease, somehow. So I said, "I never thought I would get kissed from
someone as good looking as you are."
"So you are gay?" he asked.
"Well, not actively," I replied truthfully, "but that does not mean I'm
not interested. Give me another kiss and maybe we'll talk some more about
it." I smiled at him, and he smiled back, his eyes brightening. He came
in for another kiss and once again we kissed long and deep. The feel of
his scruffy face against mine had me painfully hard in no time. Having his
strong arms around me was unbelievably romantic, and made my legs feel like
rubber. But nothing compared to the way he worked his powerful tongue
inside my mouth. He was definitely an expert at this! And as he pressed
his body against me, I felt that he was fully hard and ready to use his
cock.
I pulled back - curious about what brought all this on - and said, "Do
you want a beer?"
"Sure."
I got one and had him sit down on the couch. I sat next to him, but not
too terribly close. I was within his reach, though, and could smell his
cologne. He wore Aspen, which was my favorite. But before anything, I had
to know what it was that made him suspect I was gay. What did I do to make
him boldly come over and make a move? I had given no signs to anyone about
my hidden desire, so I had to know what clued him in.
"What made you think I might be gay?" I asked.
"Well, it started about a month ago," he answered...
One of the things I enjoy doing during the day is sunbathing. Left to
myself, my skin is a sickly, pasty white. So I wanted to have a nice tan,
and the easiest way to get it was by sunbathing. My kids were spending the
summer with their mother, so I was free to do as I wished with my time. I
started lying out in shorts. Then in my underwear, then by mid-summer I
was laying out naked.
But lying there exposed in the sun was exciting to me. The thrill of
being out there for the entire world to see would turn me on. So every
day, about 10 minutes into my sun time, I would get hard. Nothing is as
provocative as having a raging hard on in your backyard. Knowing that
anyone who really tried would be able to see me was exciting. Soon I
started to throb. I think every man is an exhibitionist at heart.
It was generally at about this time that I would sit up a little and grab
the baby oil. I loved the look of the shimmering oil as I started to rub
it on my lightly hairy chest. I enjoyed the feel of my slick hands rubbing
over my nipples repeatedly. I took my time as I dribbled the oil down my
belly, and then slowly but firmly rubbed it into my skin. I was ready to
explode by the time I got down to my cock and balls. I was very generous
with the oil as I applied it to my genitals. Rubbing it in firmly and
slowly. The look of my glistening body after applying the oil was
intoxicating to me. I secretly wished my neighbors WERE sneaking a peek -
and if they were, I was going to give them one hell of a show.
I kept rubbing my thick cock, getting lost in the incredible feeling, and
would start to moan. As I started massaging harder and pumping faster, I
laid back down to enjoy the sensations more. My other hand worked it's way
around my chest, then down to my balls, and back to my ass. I would lift
my legs and start fingering my hole as I pumped my hips. I started
furiously fucking my hand and was getting near to my orgasm when I realized
a problem. I liked to eat my cum after masturbating, but my hands were
both covered with oil. I did not want to taste the oil. I finally decided
that I could still enjoy the taste of my salty cock juice without getting
any oil. I waited until I was at the point of no return, then threw my
legs all the way up over my head, aiming my cock right at my face, and shot
my load. Spurt after spurt came falling from my cock, and more than half
of it made it into my eager mouth. I savored the taste of it, rolling it
around on my tongue and wishing my cock had been long enough that I could
suck even more of it out of myself. If I had been as lucky as that - like
some guys are - I would never have needed another person to satisfy me. I
could have pleased myself all my life and been content.
Spent, I would then lay back down, or roll over, and get some more rays
while I dozed on and off. It was a ritual I repeated a couple of times a
week. Sometimes with no oil, most times eating my own salty cum, every
time masturbating and shooting. A few times I even shot my load and used
it as a type of lotion on my chest. God, how I loved the feel of hot cum
being rubbed into my chest.
Apparently, about 3 weeks into the summer, my neighbor had some time off
work and came home early. He had also been outside sunbathing when he
heard me start to moan, and quietly came to the fence to investigate. He
was not only a little exhibitionistic, but also a bit of a voyeur, so he
got excited watching me please myself in my backyard. And when he saw me
eat my own cum one time, he decided I must be gay, and decided that he
would do something about it before the end of the summer.
He actually had tried something to get my attention a couple of weeks
before coming over to my house that fateful evening. He stayed home from
work for a few days, and waited until I was out sunbathing in my yard. But
before my libido could begin to kick in, he made some noise over in his
yard that attracted my attention. Curious, I quietly moved over to the
fence where I could get a good look at what he was doing, but where he
could not easily see me.
He was sitting in a lounge chair, naked, facing my direction. I had a
perfect look at everything he had. His firm pecks, washboard abs, muscular
legs, and shaved cock - which he was at the moment lovingly massaging. His
cock was thicker than any I had ever seen. It seemed impossibly wide, and
while his cock was not short by any means, the thickness of it gave the
impression that it was shorter than it really was. It looked almost to be
the shape of a Pepsi can, tapering to the bulbous head.
He had his sunglasses on, so I could not tell if he was looking at me or
not. But by then, I did not care. All I wanted to see was this god
shooting his hot load all over his gorgeous body. If he saw me looking,
tough shit. If he did not want to be seen, he should not be doing this in
his backyard and making noise.
He kept working his enormous sausage with one hand while making love to
himself with the other. He played with his nipples; rubbed his chest and
abs lovingly, every now and then he would massage his balls or let his
fingers sneak into the crack of his ass for a moment. It looked to me like
he had to be gay - the way he was enjoying himself so much. But straight
men did some of these same things as well - I had been told. Many straight
men's sex manuals taught that men should explore themselves in these ways
and enjoy masturbation fully. So watching him do these things to himself -
while a HUGE turn on for me - did not necessarily mean he would be willing
to have sex with another man.
As he got closer to climax, he stopped playing with his body so much and
focused on his pulsing cock and tightening sack. He moaned louder and
louder, and I could have sworn that at one point he called out my name.
But I was not sure after it had happened whether I heard him right or not.
After all, I was enraptured by the sight of that monstrous cock preparing
to explode, while at the same time rapidly bringing myself closer to
orgasm. And from the sounds of it, we were about to cum at the same
moment.
Just as I reached the point of no return, and started to shoot into my
hand, he popped. My God! I had never seen sperm fly so far as his wad
shot! The initial spurt arched all the way over his head and landed on the
patio three feet behind his chair! He had to have the strongest Keigel
muscles known to man! The second shot hit him in the face, splashing one
lens of his sunglasses, smearing his cheek, and partly falling into his
mouth. He savored the cum that landed on his tongue - which caused me to
shoot another three spurts, even though I thought I had finished expelling
my load. As his orgasm wound down, he left a trail of cum down his chest
and into his belly button. I watched as he started to rub his cum around
his chest and onto his pecks. I was so hot that I put my hand to my mouth
and started lapping my own cum out of it, secretly hoping he would see me
doing it. Impossibly, he scraped some cum off his abs with two fingers,
and licked them clean while I was drinking my own love juice.
I figured he HAD to be gay. I had never known straight men to be that
interested in tasting their own cum. Although, the first time I got the
idea to try my own was when I read about it in a straight sex manual. The
sex therapist that wrote the book told about how erotic it was for a man to
taste his own semen. He encouraged trying it after masturbation, licking
it off a woman's breasts, even lapping it out of her pussy after cumming
inside her during intercourse. I had tried many of those things with my
wife when I had been married, and could not get enough of it! But then, I
was also disposed to wanting sex with other men, so I was not terribly
surprised that I enjoyed it so much. And now, here I was enjoying the
salty taste of my own cum while watching my hot neighbor licking his own
off his fingers.
I was so tempted to jump over the fence and start licking his cum off for
him, and actually might have started to do just that - if my phone had not
rung at that precise moment, breaking me out of my trance and scaring me
into thinking I might be seen by him. I ducked down and ran into the house
without looking back. Little did I know that he had been trying to get me
to do just that - come over and lick his body clean. He wanted to entice
me with this little show, and it worked! But, unfortunately, we had not
met up with each other because of my fears.
He was getting very turned on sitting there telling me that he had been
trying to seduce me that afternoon. While he told me about it, his hands
started to rub his own legs and then my legs. One of his hands then
started rubbing at his crotch - then my crotch. He kept moving closer to
me as he talked, making me throb with anticipation and grow hard as I
recalled the events of that afternoon. Before I knew it, he had climbed on
top of me and we started kissing passionately.
Nothing else mattered to me as his tongue slipped into my mouth and
started entwining with mine. He had the most powerful lips, the most
passionate kiss. I could tell that he was not just horny and wanting some
release. He wanted me. The best part about it was how fiercely I wanted
him as well.
He sat up, and waited for me to make the next move. It did not take me
more than a minute to reach up, and tear open his shirt. My God, he had
the nicest chest and most gorgeous abs I had ever seen up close. His pecks
were strong and round. His six pack was perfectly defined. And there was
not a trace of hair on his deeply tanned skin. Other than the dark patches
of sweet scented growth in his armpits, there was no other hair to be seen.
Not even a love trail descending from his belly. And it was clear that he
did not have to shave this mouth-watering chest. He was naturally hairless
here - a light, shimmering trace of short, clear hair betrayed his natural
smoothness.
I sat up into him and took his left nipple into my mouth. As I suckled
at it and gently bit down, he responded by cradling my head lovingly
against him. We were beginning to make love to each other. This would not
only be a wild and passionate sexual encounter. This was the beginning of
sharing each other completely. This very evening, we were going to become
one. I yearned to be inside of him, to have him inside of me, and I
eagerly awaited the moment that I would taste his private seed as it
sprayed into my mouth from his throbbing cock. I wanted it so bad that I
tried to suck his salty cum out through his nipples. He was so sensitive,
that my actions nearly brought him to orgasm right then. He lovingly, but
firmly, redirected my attentions further down his hard, manly frame.
I licked and sucked my way down to his belly button, lingering lovingly.
I gave him a tongue bath like he has never before had. I teased his navel
as we swapped positions so that I was now the aggressor on top. While I
continued to lick his abs clean, I unbuttoned his fly and slid his pants
down off his legs - his low rise briefs along with them. Immediately, I
was hit with the hearty, manly scent of his musk. I could wait no longer;
I had to take his cock into my mouth.
Unlike his naturally hairless torso, his genitals were meticulously
shaved clean. Other than the fact that his cock was much thicker than it
looked from over the backyard fence, and other than the fact that it was
huge, hard and throbbing, his genitals were as clean and hairless as a
young boy. Every bit of hair had been closely shaved from his pubic mound,
his cock, his testicles and his ass. I had the pleasure of licking
everywhere without the annoyance of tangled hair in the way. His skin
tasted so good. Lightly salty, moist and smooth. I rubbed his massive
cock as I finished licking the surrounding areas, and headed right for his
manhood.
I could not get him completely into my mouth. I could get the head and a
couple of inches in, but below that was so thick and long that I could not
open up wide enough to accommodate it. As I furiously sucked at the head
and licked at his frenulum, all I could think was that if he tried to shove
this monster into my ass, I would split in two. But, God, was I going to
enjoy getting ripped apart by it. I had never before been fisted. In
fact, nothing larger than a banana or a thick dildo had ever invaded my
tight ass. But that was all going to change.
His rapid and shallow breathing told me that he was getting very near
fertilizing my mouth with his hot sperm shower. I took his cock in both
hands and massaged it quickly while doubling my efforts on the tip. My
work was soon rewarded with a spray of cum so forceful that I nearly
gagged. I took the first two spurts well, but after that had to let it
gush out of the sides of my mouth and run down my chin. I swallowed as
fast as I could, but his supply of cum was in every way indicative of the
massive cock which fed it to me. He finally subsided and started to moan
and soften, giving me a chance to really taste his semen as I playfully
sucked up everything that had run out of my mouth and dripped back onto his
cock. He tasted so good. He seemed to enjoy it so much. Then he fell
asleep.
I was at first offended that he would drop off, but judging from the size
of his release, he had not had a good blow job in months. He may not have
even beaten off himself since that show in his backyard the month before.
He deserved a small reprieve and a moments rest following that orgasm.
But I could not wait to have my own release. So while he lightly slept,
I stripped of my clothes, and started to stroke my own stiff meat over his
cock. As horny as I was, it was only a minute or two before I was ready to
shoot my wad. Aaron roused from his nap just before I reached my climax.
He sat up and said, "Wait! Let me bring you!"
But there was no time. I had intended to discharge my cum onto his cock
and balls - then lick them clean to rouse him from his rest. But he sat up
into me as I started to shoot, and instead I sprayed his neck and chest.
Halfway through my orgasm, he took my throbbing penis into his mouth and
sucked out what remained inside me. He worked my cock so expertly that the
feeling seemed to last forever. His tongue and lips took me further over
the edge than I had ever been before. Every nerve in my body was screaming
with ecstasy as wave after wave of cum coursed through my rod and into my
lovers' eager mouth.
After I finally finished my release and started to soften, I pushed Aaron
back and slowly licked my remaining sperm off his lips, jaw, and chest. It
had trickled down his washboard and I chased the trail with my tongue,
anxious to get another chance to lick his tool. But before I could get
into this joy, he pushed me back, lifted my legs up, and went down on my
ass hole with his tongue.
Nothing has ever felt as good as rimming, and my neighbor had been
expertly schooled at how best to do it. He fucked my ass with his tongue,
bringing me pleasure in ways I never would have thought possible. I was so
hot again by the time he finished that I wanted his cock inside me even if
it meant I needed stitches once he was done. I begged him for it, but he
denied me this desire. Lovingly, he explained that he did not want to hurt
me, and that we would have to work up to that moment over some time. But
that it would be every bit as enjoyable getting me ready. Until then, he
could not wait another moment to get me into him. He leaned back on the
couch, pulling me over on top of him, and pulled up his legs to hook over
my shoulders. "Fuck me good," he said. "Show me what that raging cock of
yours can do!"
I was a little disappointed by his words, because I was pouring my heart
and soul into this encounter, while he was making it sound like a one-night
stand. Perhaps he could see the disappointment on my face, because he then
said, "I love you, Allan. I want no one else but you. But because I have
hungered after your throbbing cock for so long, I have to have you fuck me
soon, or I'll go out of my mind with desire! I love you, but I gotta have
you fuck me!"
So fuck him I did, with every ounce of energy left in me. His hole was
well used, and he was able to take my hard cock without complaint. But he
was still tight enough for it to feel fantastic to me. As I fucked his
ass, I massaged his member with one hand and pinched his nipples with the
other. He was hard in no time, and enjoying every pinch, every rub, and
every thrust. As I filled him with my cum - from the other end, this time
- he came as well, his sweet cum ribbons splashing on my chest and jaw,
then slowly dripping onto him. I could feel us melting into one. We were
more completely one than I had ever been with my wife. I laid down on him
and kissed his strong lips, probing his mouth with my tongue the way I had
just probed inside him with my cock. His cum was warm and sticky, and when
we had rested a bit, we enjoyed licking it off each other's chest and neck.
I knew that we were going to be inseparable from that time on.